As they landed, Adelaide relied on Gideon to keep them save in their landing. “Sure thing but thats pretty lame.” An audible sigh came from the glider at the fact they wouldn’t be having any fun.
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As they slowed down, Gideon dragged his heel on the ground to ensure he wouldn’t have to hit the ground running and also to help slow the glider. As they came to a stop he quickly exited the bike lane.
“Maybe we should have chosen somewhere more… Scenic.”
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She quickly nods in response, forming a ramp of ice underneath the train, the slope ending in a rather long trail of snow to slow the derailed vehicle down. She was also hoping that it’d be soft enough for the passemgers inside.
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The Warden nodded to his ally, and began searching for the robotic foe
The banging on the door would continue, Answer would slur his words saying “I know you have it… the good stuff”
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As they dropped down and disappeared from the vans’ view as Gideon slowed them down, the officer who had issued the instructions over the PA system gaped in surprise, “They actually listened? Oh thank God…”
Once Iosif and Hayden arrived back at the station, they would be put in inhibiting cuffs and led to a holding cell which seemed to have the same power-dampening field as the mini cell in their respective vans. “Now, you two try not to kill each other this time.” The officer handling them grunted as he shoved them into the cell, locking the door behind them. Other than them, the cell seemed to only have one other occupant. He was a lanky young man with long dark hair, who was currently staring a hole into the floor.
The area was no Suicide Slum, but there were prettier parts of the city to be sure. A lot of older buildings were here, some small family-owned businesses that had fallen by the wayside. If Adelaide were to look around too, she would notice an out-of-place looking dive bar bearing the name “Oblivion”. If Gideon were to look in the same spot, he would only see the coffee shop and dry cleaner’s on either side.
The supports of the carriage buckled and crumbled, finally beginning to fall, and slipping all the way down the ice ramp until it was shoved into and stopped by the trail of snow. Civilians begin to step out - safe, albeit a little cold.
With the carriage busted enough to collapse the rest of the way on its own, the robot had leapt off and threw out one of its extending arms to the nearest building, grappling itself to the top and beginning to flee across the roof, springing this way and that to avoid the gunfire the SCU choppers were now employing as it was safely off the tracks.
“Sir, if you don’t leave I’m gonna call the police!” The woman shouted back, her patience already worn thin. This method didn’t seem to be getting Answer anywhere.
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Celsius stands and thinks for a moment, before utilizing the moisture in the air to lift her up to the roofs.
Answer continues to speaking in slurred words, “I know you have the stuff… the venom.”
Vance teleported to the rooftops and started chasing the robot, hoping to get their first so that the STAR equipment would come out unharmed.
The robot didn’t want the equipment damaged either, holding it tight to its chest now and stretching the width of its arms over it to protect it with its strange, elastic-y metallic body, as it ducked behind an air vent, forcing the cops to stop firing for the moment as they circle round.
The woman scoffs, pulling out her phone and dialling 911 on the other side of the door. “We’ll see what the cops think about that…” She mutters, putting the phone up to her ear, “Police please… Yes. There’s a man outside my apartment harassing me and banging on my door… Yeah, I think he’s a junkie or something. Thank you.”
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The noise would subsequently stop as Answer had already began to leave by the time she said We’ll. He would stumble saying something slurred under his breath like fake address or something of the similar. After he got out of sight he would note his confrontation and write down possible theories for why he met what he met.
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Hayden noticed the other person and spoke up; “Who is this?” Hayden was trying to ask the guy who he was, but, curse his inability to communicate quite right, it came out sounding like he was asking the kid or the guards.
Iosif hadn’t noticed it before, but the field in the cell… It was pulling at him, almost threatening to rip his skin off. The idea of what would occur if he actually did go atomic… Well, there was no way to be able to tell.
He sat down in the corner, slowly sliding towards the floor, trying to repress the urge to cry.
He hadn’t even noticed the other prisoner before. Iosif looked up slightly at the other man without saying anything.
“That’s a little strange.” Gideon mused, setting the glider down, unsure how Adelaide intended to exit that form. “Just an empty lot… In Metropolis, of all places.”
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Vance ran to the air vent, not quite expert enough at teleporting to get close enough to the robot without ending up merged with it or a structure. “Hand over the equipment”
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On double-checking, it was most certainly the apartment he had noted down, and she was most certainly not who he had met. The apartment was on the third floor, so getting in through a window also probably wasn’t an option.
As he noticed other eyes on him, the man merely growled and spat on the floor in front of him in disgust. The guard took his question as directed at her though, “Oh, him? That’s that wacko that tried to jump Luthor at the rally today, didn’t you hear the news?”
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Iosif jumped slightly as the man spat on the floor. He didn’t really feel like talking to the guard, or existing in general. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone in the room as he drew his legs closer to himself.
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She frowned, slowly morphing back into her former appearance, holes being littered across her body as she had condensed potions of it to become the glider. Shifting them towards her back, she shifted an oversized parka over herself and zipped it up covering her former ‘clothes’
“Can I get drunk?” Adelaide looked to Gideon with a pleading look. “I suppose you’ll treat me to a drink?”
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Gideon’s jaw fell open like a broken valise.
“Uh, I’d be happy to treat you to a drink, sure. But… Where specifically would we go?”
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Hayden hadn’t heard about anything of the sort: while Hayden didn’t agree with Luthor, he couldn’t imagine trying to attack him. He tried to verbalize his thoughts, as usual they didn’t come out quite right; “Him, er, Luthor is to high profile a person to be taken head on, to many people guarding him. I’d try an-, I shouldn’t give ideas actually.” As he finished the sentence, Hayden felt proud for not bumbling over words; until he realized that he had just made it sound like he was intending to do something to Luthor. “Luthor isn’t, rather, I’m not trying for, umm, his downfall. I mean I would, er, am in a… what’s that word? Oh! Political way, but not really in…” Hayden trailed off nervously, certain that he had made things worse.
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The guard watched Hayden’s embarrassing spiel with silent horror. After she was sure he had finished, she clicked her tongue. “Yeah… I’d use my right to remain silent from now on if I were you, buddy.”
The long-haired man snorted.
“What, you got something to say?” The guard snapped.
“Yeah, actually.” The meta bristled, raising up to his full height, “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You know what Luthor is playing at, just as much as I do! He’s a slimy bald rat, and he’s gonna tear us all down with that mob of nutjobs on his side - I just had the guts to do something about it!”
“Save it for the courts.”